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DON'T HOLD ON!

 




My decisions are mine and mine alone, even when influenced by others, I'm still the one with the final say.


I'm still the one who decides if I want to go or if I want to stay.


And so it kills me when such decisions bring about an emotion that won't give me a chance to breathe.


That won't give me a chance to move.


That won't give me a chance at life.



Regret.


Basically, we're looking at regret in context of the past i.e in things we wish we had done.


Subtly put, Wishful Thinking.



To regret means to feel sorry about something, to be remorseful. 


It means that regret comes with a deep kind of sorrow.


When we feel sorry, it means something went wrong or haywire. 


It means there's a pain deep in your hearts knowing that if you went back in time, you would definitely change the turnout of things.


"Assuming I just listened, I wouldn't be in this state". This is the sound of someone who feels sorry for themselves for not doing something or taking action.



I also like to think Regret means anger. 


Anger towards things that you could do but didn't do, see far or fit at the initial point and that is why it's advised that you don't act on your emotions. 


Acting hastily on emotions is a lubricant for Regret.


When you don't think, you eventually sink.


"I shouldn't have let you take that path, you might have had a chance to live".


Too deep yeah?πŸ˜…


But at least you get the point I'm driving at.



Regret also means to feel the loss or the absence of a thing. 


Like a mother's love…


Most times, we aren't at fault here.



All in all, I detest regret.



It constantly creeps in reminding me of the things I would have achieved if I just stayed committed or if I had put in the necessary one percent. 


It lurks in shadows bringing the past to blast in our faces when vast opportunities which could bring drastic changes, pops up in our lives but we're too insecure to reach out because our heads are wrapped in guilt.


To me, the most infuriating thing about regret is that you tend to dwell where it wants you to even when you're aware that you can't do anything to change the past.


It's really sad.



But we have to be in charge of our thoughts. 


I have to try.


You have to try.


We all have to else we might end up swimming in a pool of regret for the rest of our mortal lives.


We have to learn to sit with our thoughts and carefully think about the decisions we make.



As little as a needle is, if it pricks your skin, your whole body is affected and there's only so much pain that one could bear.


I know it's hard. Truly!


But the consequences are harder when you don't try. Trust me when I say this.


I'm currently at a point in my life where I wish I could take back a lot of things—even as little as words.


So many mistakes would have been avoided if I had just sat down and brainstormed or didn't act on the spot or on compulsion by my emotions.



And it's unfortunate that I can't change it but I'll definitely make conscious plans not to let it wear me down.



I won't stand for that anymore and I want you to do that too.



Heck, we can do it together!



Break free from the grip of fear!



You'll feel a lot more confident and you'll achieve great things!



This is the longest I've written so far and it's all because I want you to get it.



I want you to overcome and be a better you.



Surely you know you're made for more right?!




Till next time,

D.




Comments

  1. Agba writer,❤️
    Just that necessary one percent

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  2. I love it❤️, keep it up babygirl!!!πŸ‘

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